THIS IS A
METAPHOR.
It’s not a
real Thing.
It’s a Thing
that represents another Thing,
Not this
Thing, the other Thing.
But this is
a poem, so
What it’s
saying
Is that the
thing saying it’s The Thing
IS the other Thing,
Not just like it…
It’s saying
it is the other Thing
Even though
it obviously isn’t.
The Thing
that represents the Thing
Is not
really A Thing.
It’s only a
signpost for The Thing.
Makes you
wonder why they don’t just
Say what The
Thing is,
Doesn’t it?
Instead of
talking about a completely different Thing.
But that’s
Language, isn’t it?
A
needlessly-complex system of, umm…
Oh, it’s a
minefield, isn’t it?
It’s barb
wire, it’s a sadface smiley, it’s…
Ummm…..
Metaphorical, or something.
Anyway,
well….
One of the
Things is
Love.
What makes the world go round?
What makes
the world go round…?
Some will
say it’s money and some will say it’s love
But those
people know not where they speak of.
What makes
the world go round?
Conservation
of angular momentum,
Based on
interplanetary systems
Of
gravitation
And that’s
pull and momentum
What makes
the world go round?
Conservation
of angular momentum
But I have
no proof
That angular
momentum
Is not made
of money
And I’ve
seen no evidence that shows
That
conservation of angular momentum is not
Love.
What Women Really Want
How the fuck
would I know?
There’s billions of them.
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